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Busy Izzy, however that arch schemer had not forgiven the girls for laughing at his overset on the toboggan slide the night before. And as he sat whistling "Good Night, Ladies" in a dreadful minor, he evolved such a plan for reprisal in his fertile mind that his eyes began to snap and he could hardly whistle for the grin that wreathed his lips. "Keep at it, Mr.
Standing next to the dome was Trench, talking to one of the guards. And beside him stood Sheila, with one hand resting on the man's elbow! He could feel the thickness of the silence and misery in the truck, but he pushed it away, with all the other things. "Get us back, Izzy," he ordered. "We've got to round up whatever group we can and get them back here on the double.
"Always you're making me uncomfortable that I'm not married yet not papa or Izzy, but you you! Never does one of the girls get engaged that you don't look at me like I was wearing the welcome off the door-mat." "Listen to my own child talk to me! No wonder you cry so hard, Renie Shongut, to talk to your mother like that a girl that I've indulged like you. To sass her mother like that!
"Well, that's Mars," he said, and turned back to his private quarters. Mostly, it was routine work. They came on a drunk later, collapsed in an alley. But the muggers had apparently given up before Izzy and Gordon arrived, since the man had his wallet clutched in his hand. Gordon reached for it, twisting his lips. Izzy stopped him. "It ain't honest, gov'nor.
His mother fell to swaying, softly hugging herself against shivering. "Did you sign over power of attorney to pa, Leon?" "All fixed, Izzy." "I'm so afraid, son, you don't take with you enough money in your pockets. You know how you lose it. If only you would let mamma sew that little bag inside your uniform with a little place for bills and a little place for the asfitidy!"
Say, who do you think you are, doing this sort of thing? Don't you know that professional dancers are three for ten cents? I could go out right now and whistle, and get a dozen girls for your job. The boss'll sack you just one minute after I tell him. 'No, he won't, Izzy, because I'm going to resign. 'You'd better! 'That's what I think. I'm sick of this place, Izzy. I'm sick of dancing.
When the two iceboats swung about, the one Bobbins manned got away at once and swiftly passed down the lake. The sheet fouled in Tom's boat. Busy Izzy had to drop the sail and the boat was brought to a halt. "There are Mr. Tingley and Preston going over to talk to the constable and his crowd," remarked Isadore. "See yonder?" "I hope he sends those men off the island.
"Oh, mamma, I I don't mean just school. How do you think I feel when all the girls begin to talk about Europe and all, and I got to sit back at sewing-club like a stick?" "Ain't it awful, Mabel!" "Izzy!" "Why do you think a fellow like Sol Blumenthal is all the time after Lilly Lillianthal and Sophie Litz and those girls?
"Here's old Bobbins and Busy Izzy!" he cried, seeing Bob Steele and his sister, with Isadore Phelps, pacing the long platform as the car halted. Bob Steele was a big, yellow-haired boy, rosy cheeked and good-natured, but not a little bashful. As Madge, his sister, was a year and a half older than Bob she often treated him like a very small boy indeed.
Ruth and Helen liked to go together with Tom, who had Busy Izzy to tend sheet. It was "no fair" if one party traveled farther than from the dock to the mouth of the creek and back again. The four friends Ruth and her chum, and Tom and Busy Izzy were making their second trip over the smooth course. Bobbins, with his sister and The Fox, and Ralph Tingley, manned the other boat.
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